O blade-wing bird
No wisest word
Can capture in thy grace!

Thou soar’dst the air
And cleans’dst the care
That clustered in this place.

O blade-wing bird,
The Muse hath stirred
My brain to wingèd verse:

So sword the sky
And sweet for aye
Our swarm’d Pandoric curse!

O blade-wing bird
No wisest word
Can capture in tha grace!

Tha soar’d the air
An’ cleans’d the care
That cloostered in this place.

O blade-wing bird,
The Muse ’as stirred
Mah brain to wingèd verse:

So sword the sky
An’ sweet for aye
Owr swarm’d Pandoric curse!